We Need to Talk: Wylie/Damon (locked to makesudothings

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 Since he'd gotten back from seeing Charlotte, Wylie felt much better about himself and about his current situation. He wasn't afraid of what he was leaving behind or what he was facing. He knew that without a doubt he was making the most solid and true decision of his entire life and he had every intention of seeing it through. He knew about Damon's reluctance to give in completely to what he wanted. Wylie was more than aware of how Damon too wanted to see him live forever, but he saw how when he'd brought it up, Damon almost wanted him to think about it. As if there was a choice for Wylie. He couldn't think of anything else.

Currently sitting on the couch in Damon's place - though it was his too now that he essentially had moved in without exactly saying so - he was fiddling with his guitar. He'd been thinking about how he needed to bring it up, talking about the situation and when they would, but he couldn't quite bring himself to ask. So instead, he was caught in this in between place where he wanted to ask, but was nervous to bring it up. He wasn't sure how the conversation would go.

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"I know I do not...and that is why I want to." He leant up, kissed his ear. "Because you have never asked." He waited for him, in his own time. "Her name was Katherine. She was a vampire who used me and my brother. We killed each other...and turned. Because we believed she had died. She refused to choose between us. It...broke us both. But her love was a compulsion, too. Lies."

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Wylie listened and hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry," he whispered. He knew what it was like to love and be unsure. He knew what it was like to want to love but be unable. He'd never been murderous for love, but he could see it now. If anyone tried to get between him and Damon... someone would certainly die. "That's how you turned?" he asked gently.

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"That is how we turned," he corrected gently. "It is a sad connection to have...for both our efforts were futile. To be used...when you have felt, and given so much. I did not want to feel that ever again...I did not want to love again, for love itself was an illusion.."

He smiled then, looking up at him, "And then I met you."

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The crease in his forehead was going to be permanent if he kept it up. He didn't like this pain, the one that Damon had to suffer. To go through so much and have it worth nothing. He felt that way. He knew that was how life had been for him too. Not quite enough to kill someone.

He looked up and Wylie smiled down at him, cupping his jaw and gently stroking his thumb across his cheek. "And then you met me..." he repeated to him, leaning in to kiss him softly and then pulled back, brushing his fingers over his face, his thumb tracing his brow. "There's no illusion here," he said softly, studying his face, "I'll be everything for you."

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"Ah, love." Damon shut his eyes, lips brushing his again, unwilling to draw back from his warmth, the feel of his love. "You already are...so much more than everything, to me." He would die for him...even in place of his eternity. That, was the difference here.

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Wylie had his arms curled possessively, protectively around Damon. He was holding him, keeping him close so he could assure him that nothing would come between them. He wouldn't let it happen. He'd never let it happen. "You're all I have, Damon," he whispered the words to him, lovingly, "I couldn't ask for anything more."

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"I hope I will be everything...always," he murmured, kissing his ear as he breathed the words, "Forever is a long time, my love."

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"Damon," he scolded him, voice almost frustrated. He held him tightly again, as if holding onto him would remove his doubts. "You are everything. You will always be everything," he shifted so he could look at him, "forever isn't enough time."

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- forever isn't enough time.

Damon inhaled at his words, eyes closing as his fingers closed about his chest into a fist. "Yes..."

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He saw the reaction, studying his face as his eyes closed. He fisted his hand and Wylie took this as a sign that it was what he needed to hear. Another whisper, "Damon..." he pressed a kissed to his closed eyes, "don't ever doubt me. I promise that you are everything to me. And forever is a privilege to have you spend it with me, to choose me."

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"I'm happy...that it is you, love." Damon didn't open his eyes, soft smile playing his lips, but he didn't feel he had to. He knew the look Wylie must have...that he had put it there. It was enough. This, being close, it was enough. It always would be.